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Autumn's Surcease
Contributed by
lnnie
on
Sunday, 8th February 2009 @ 05:33:40 PM in AEST
Topic:
oops
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I gave you hurtings
so that you might feel
Winter in your Soul.
I placed on your heart
virgin olive oil
to succor it.
I piled high
in your eyes
Love and its Laments
as your cool wind
blew
down the Solstice.
I carried your
leaden comments
to the cemetery
where I buried them
with the other
dead things
and
I blew you
my last
Summer Kiss
for the luck
I know
you'll need.
Your last leaf
will fall
from your waterless tree
revealing
Summer Kisses
have no truck
or need
for rustled
dead leaves
carpeting
a Winter Soul;
twice dead
skipping even
Autumn's
surcease.
Copyright ©
lnnie
... [
2009-02-08 17:33:40] (Date/Time posted on
site)
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